Although Connor was going to continue making other magic artifacts, he didn't plan to buy any more raw materials from the Mihailovich Mining Company that George had introduced to him. Although that could save him some gold pounds, after a brief interaction with the manager of the company, Mr. Simone, Connor felt that the manager was too shrewd. If he were to buy raw materials from him in the long run, it was very likely that he would be able to see through the method of placing other raw materials in the list of materials.
Besides, after learning about the black market from Vallejo, Connor became even more interested in the existence of the black market. He was eager to know more about the wizarding world. All his information about the wizarding world came from Reyes, which was definitely not a good thing. Connor wanted to expand his sources of information!
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When Connor saw the sign of "Papa Morgan's Tavern" again, although it hadn't been that long, he felt as if it had been a lifetime ago. It was as if the day when he was threatened with death by Vidal and Rebecca was just yesterday.
Connor pushed open the door of the tavern and strutted in openly, not caring at all that he had stabbed a bastard named 'Khedira' in this very room. The reason why Connor dared to be so arrogant was because he believed that no one would be able to recognize him under his disguise.
A middle-aged man with coarse skin, a full beard, and a linen cloak that reeked of alcohol would never be associated with a dignified heir of a count.
In order to be more in line with his current persona and not be noticed, Connor took out eight pennies from his pocket and lined them up on the bar counter. He shouted loudly, "Waiter! Waiter! Give me a charcoal grilled pork chop! "
The waiter behind the bar counter glanced at the eight pennies that Connor had lined up and said unhappily, "Charcoal grilled pork chop, ten pennies!"
"What? Ten pennies? Why don't you go rob a bank? A pork chop only costs three pennies on Levante Street! " Connor grumbled in exasperation as he slowly took out two pennies from his pocket and threw them on the bar counter.
The waiter knew that he wouldn't be able to get any tips from this' pauper 'in front of him, so he rolled his eyes and picked up the pennies on the counter. He put them in the cash box and called out lazily, "Just you wait!"
Connor, in his disguise, kept muttering to himself as he secretly observed the various people in the tavern. His mental strength that far exceeded that of an ordinary beginner wizard apprentice also quietly spread out.
"Fixed price! Two shillings, even if it's a penny less, don't dream of getting into my bed! "
"That baldy Marquis! How dare he steal my wife! Teach him a lesson for me! Help me teach him a lesson! I'll give you a gold pound!"
"Tonight, we'll get rid of that brat Courtois. All the pounds in his house will belong to us brothers!"
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Dozens of conversations poured into Connor's ears, causing the corners of Connor's mouth to curve into a smile that wasn't a smile. The more Connor studied the Abyss Secret Arts, the more he could feel the power and wonders of his mental strength. After releasing his mental strength, as long as a creature with a lower level of mental strength than him was within the range of his mental strength, they would be unable to hide their movements. Moreover, all of this was done silently and without leaving behind any traces.
Monitoring the dozens of conversations in his ears, Connor carefully distinguished the contents of these conversations to see if there were any words like 'black market' or 'crazy horse'.
Connor's luck was not bad. Only ten minutes had passed, and he had already eavesdropped on a conversation that he was very interested in.
"That batch of goods is worth at least fifty gold pounds, can you clean it up? If you do this, I'll give you three points! " On a secluded sofa in the northwest corner of the bar, a young man wearing a baseball cap raised three fingers while whispering to an old man in front of him who was smoking a cigar and had combed his hair back in a dignified manner.
The old man spat out a cloud of smoke, a disdainful smile appearing on his face as he said indifferently, "Twenty points!"
"Twenty points? Five of my brothers died in order to obtain this batch of goods. You want twenty points just to clean it up? " This young man was unable to accept the old man's conditions. He immediately stood up from the sofa and said angrily. However, it seemed that he still maintained his rationality. His voice was very low, and he didn't let his anger get to his head.
"Hehe, young Pablo, do you know what a monopoly is? Apart from me, who else here has a way to clean the goods in your hands? " Not caring about the young man's anger, the old man took another puff of his cigar and said rather complacently,
Hearing the old man in front of him say this, the young man called "Pablo" clenched his fist tightly and stood in place. However, after about half a minute, Pablo slumped back onto the sofa and asked in an almost pleading tone, "Can you smoke less? You know, after taking this sum of money, I still have to deal with the funeral of my dead brothers and buy supplies. After you take twenty points, the remaining money is not enough! "
"Pablo, do you want to know how many points I took from that one-eyed man, Cuadrado? Twenty-five points! Pablo, the value of your goods isn't even as much as his. If it weren't for the fact that you are a young man with great potential and can become my long-term partner, I would have smoked 30 points today! "The old man finished the remaining cigar in his hand in one breath and said sternly," That's right.
Hearing the words "Cuadrado" from the conversation between the two, Connor who was mechanically swallowing the blackened roasted pork chops on the bar counter had a glimmer in his eyes. If he wasn't wrong, the "Cuadrado" in the conversation between the old man and the young man should be the pirate with a bounty of a hundred gold pounds!
Connor first noticed these two people from the dozens of conversations. It originated from the young man called "Pablo" who spoke of "cleaning" once. Why would he want to clean the goods? Naturally, it was because the goods were dirty goods that needed to be cleaned! And what kind of channels would be used to clean such goods? Could it be the black market he was looking for?
Just as Connor was pondering, Pablo finished listening to the old man's words. He let out a long sigh and said with slight helplessness, "As you wish, but I require the remaining thirty gold pounds to be in cash and to be handed to me within three days!"
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